Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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Rules in brief: Don't be a jerk except to fictional characters. Warn if you want, but read at your own risk, because this is emphatically not a safe space. Link your fills on the fill post. Unprompted fills: make a prompt or a header comment and reply to it with the full text. Continuations of fills from earlier rounds: just make sure you link in both places.

What's on-topic: Filthy and perverted twists on all the quality whump served up by Cap: Winter Soldier. Noncon, aftermath, uncomfortably sexualized violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves.
What's off-topic: a/b/o, D/s-verse, soulbonds, mundane AUs, shippy/romanticized noncon, MCU heroes repurposed into OOC or edgydark delivery vehicles for your fave's suffering. If you've got a prompt for one of those burning a hole in your brain, head on over to mcu_trash.

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Fill: The Quiet Game (10.2/?)

[devildears]

Bucky’s head whipped around.

“Who’s there?” he wanted to scream as he turned towards the noise, drawing his weapon but there was no sound coming out of his mouth, just like in his nightmares.

Was it Rumlow? Had they come back for him? To finish what they started?

He stood there, he didn’t know how long, frozen in terror, one hand clutching his weapon so tightly that it went white with blood-loss, and a million thoughts raced in his mind.

Every single one of them ended with him down in the dirt, feeling them tear and force their way into his broken body, raping him again...

No, please... Not again... Please, I can't... The children...

“Mr. Barnes?” he heard a man call out and Bucky wanted to sob with relief.

It was definitely a black guy. Not Rumlow. A Wakandan, too, judging by the heavy accent but Bucky couldn’t make himself relax just yet. The man was barely visible despite the bright moon light, crouching behind the bushes. He didn’t make any sudden moves, almost like he was waiting for Bucky to react with violence.

“What— Who’s asking?” Bucky said, voice wavering noticeably. “You’re trespassing.”

“Oh? I guess that I am,” the guy said neutrally but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, too. “I am coming out now if that is alright with you?”

Bucky swallowed hard. “Ewe,” he said. Yes. “Please. Show me your hands.”

As the man stood up tall and came out of the dark slowly, Bucky recognized his status at once. He was adjourned in a warriors uniform, red and gold like the king’s guard, carrying a long gilded lance over his head, hands on his weapon, held high over his body, moving proudly.

“I am sorry to frighten you. I take it you were not informed of the king’s security measures for this area?” he asked, words chosen carefully.

Bucky watched the stranger’s face with frayed nerves but he didn't find any obvious signs of a lie, no reason to distrust him still. “I don't need— Shit...” he answered shakily. “Hayi. No. I was not informed.”

The man seemed a little awkward now. “I am very sorry. The king said you would feel better knowing that you do not need to worry about intruders. Perhaps he forgot to mention it. He is a very busy king.”

Bucky nodded helplessly, then he took a deep breath and finally put away his weapon, extending his hand. It was still shaking and cramping a little.

“Sorry about the standoff. I’m Bucky. Barnes. But you knew that already,” he said.

The guy lowered his lance. He looked down at Bucky’s hand, but decidedly didn't take it.

Huh...

“My name is Mandlakhe,” he replied cooly. “I believe you know my brother.”

“Your brother?” Bucky asked with an arising sense of alarm.

“Amwoni, he is called.”

Bucky lowered his hand first, and then his expectations. “Oh... I see.”

Amwoni was the little boy who had been hit and shoved by Bucky’s attackers, a punishment for crying too much. Bucky had learned that from the other kids later. He was the youngest of them all.

“Yes, I know him,” Bucky said with deep regret. “I’m so sorry for what happened.”

“Then you know why I was ordered here.”

Bucky nodded again, feeling dead-tired now that the adrenaline was gone from his body, drained somehow. “Ndiyazi.” I know. “I’ll talk to the King. You should be with your family now. Not standing guard in my front-yard at night so I can feel better.”

Mandlakhe gave him a pointed look. “I agree but as long as the king commands me here that is what I will do.”

“Of course you will. Damn orders, right?”

Mandlakhe raised a judgemental eyebrow at him, and Bucky winched. 

“Sorry,” he said again, timidly. “I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s just... This is all because of me. You guys were safe before I came here. Happy even...”

The warrior didn't acknowledge his words, just kept looking at Bucky coldly.

“I swear, I never meant to put anyone in danger,” Bucky tried again. “Least of all the kids—”

“We have good men watching your property,” the warrior interrupted and turned away from him. “If you see them it would be best not to give away their position.”

Bucky frowned and tried not to get pissed-off at the insinuation. He didn’t have the right. Mandlakhe didn’t know him that well and even if he did, he clearly didn’t have to give him the time of day. “I won’t. I promise. I used to be a sniper in the army. I know the importance of stealth.”

Mandlakhe was about to put a few more steps between them, when he said it, but then he froze suddenly.

The warrior turned around sharply, his face twisted with something ugly, and began to walk towards Bucky in fast strides.

“Then how did they find you?” he hissed, the accusation strong in his voice. “These men? Who told them how to get inside the country?”

“I— I don’t know,” Bucky answered truthfully and unconsciously retreated a few steps. “What do you—”

“You did not tell them?”

“What? No, I didn’t! Of course not! I didn’t ask for any of this!” Bucky blurted, shocked and hurt at the same hurt. 

Mandlakhe took one last step towards him, only stopping when they were almost face to face. Bucky struggled with the sudden impulse to draw his weapon again or run in the opposite direction.

“That is not what I heard,” the warrior sneered.

It was a punch to the gut. A real low blow. 

A hot flash of shame creeped up Bucky’s face as he stared at him, open-mouthed.

“Are you kidding me?” he thought. “You think I brought them here? You think I wanted this? That I liked it?”

The worst part of it was that Mandlakhe wasn’t entirely wrong per say. He had asked for it, hadn’t he? Amwoni must have told him. What did Bucky have to say for himself that wasn’t a complete lie?

He was still trying to come up with a decent comeback when the guy turned on his heel and walked away from him in the opposite direction of the hut. 

Bucky stayed where he was. Speechless and frozen on the spot.

“Don’t get in the way, Winter Soldier,” the warrior called out maliciously when he was almost out of sight, his silhouette was getting swallowed by the dark around him. “You have done enough.”

Re: Fill: The Quiet Game (10.2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh no :(